Welcome to work life parallel, brother.
It’s everything you hoped it would be. And it just keeps getting better. So why can’t you shake that foggy feeling something’s wrong–with them? With you? Isn’t this when everything’s supposed to be fucking awesome all day, everyday?
I get it, man. And I’m trying to answer the same damn questions myself lately. What if it takes us just as long to figure where we’re going next as it did to get where we are? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuu…
I’m gonna hold you to those coordinates.